Here you will find the Poem To The Duchess Of Ferrara of poet Torquato Tasso
Royal bride, see the time advance That calls true lovers to the dance, To charm the clear and frosty nights, Beneath the soft and pleasing lights. Now a young girl dares to hear, Love?s secret pain, in her chaste ear, And leaves her lover uncertain, gently, At war, with life and death, sweetly. Great palaces, painted ceilings high, Echo with song: only I weeping make This dark prison ring. And is this then Your loyalty? This the great gift, that I So longed for? Ah, then you call a grave, And prison, your pity, and your recompense?
